TREE

My family tree has heavy limbs
Extending wide   and upwards to the sky.
If you imagine the branches laden with fruit,
Rather than twiglets and leaves,
You'd see clusters of pomegranates,
Oranges  lemons  green figs.
My children are the sweetest dates,
Myself,
A ripened olive.
Our roots are deep, going
Back, back to
The very Beginning.